This post is spot on!
Seems to me AB lived hard and loved hard -- and the photos I saw were brutal.
I also recall a round-table interview a couple years ago where AB talked about his desire to teach "Creative Writing" to inquisitive, young minds, hoping to inspire some "punks," just as a teacher had done for him. He was so passionate when he spoke of this -- I'll never forget it! It was his Plan-B, "get off the pony," and be closer for his daughters teen years. I'm sure it's why I too think his suicide was an impulsive act. So sorry for his family and friends. Godspeed AB.
Oh, I'd love to see that interview.
I do believe this man was a writer, first.
Ecco Press's founder, editor, Dan Halpern published Kitchen Confidential. He also edited and published Patti Smith's, Just Kids. Ecco Press is well known in the world of poetry. And Halpern is a genius in recognizing a modern and true literary voice.
Bourdain had the gift of looks, he was tall and handsome, had a beautiful narrator's voice, had an eye for the visual in film, and oh my goodness he could cook!!! But it is his writing chops that soared.
He would have been the most excellent of creative writing professors.
In reading about him this past week, I was surprised at his public adoration of his GF (too upset to say her name). All the "I'm honored" posts... In a way, it was so not "him". He was obviously a deeply private man. And one of his many gifts was his ability to be the unknown, detached narrative, while being famous at the same time.
So, while I agree whole heartedly with mcgowen's statement defending his GF, because I believe Bourdain's leaving was his choice alone, a culmination at the crossroads, and I think there might have been physical malaise factors, too, I chalk it up to not only karma, but a call to look at the superficial versus the depth.
Bourdain's life, the essence of who he is will live on as an inspiration. Every marginalized voice has his inspiration. Every exotic destination does, too. And, greatness is often not recognized until it's gone.
While suicide is so very scary, it does not impede greatness. And Bourdain definitely sits at the table of greatness.
I'll miss this man. He was my Sunday night. I really dislike cooking shows, but I fell hopelessly in love with Anthony Bourdain. My favorites were his stories about the good 'ol USA: SC, TX, WA, MA, NY (the Bronx!), NJ, and most recently West Virginia. What an epic episode! The guns, the extraordinary beauty, the faith of its beautiful peeps, the coal mine, and the football game...
That's how I'll remember him